How can it not be Friday yet?
Dinner at the local food trucks last night. What a handy thing! We had Indian. It’s nice to go for a little walk, and it’s nice not to cook.
Reading the Honourable Schoolboy now. All I can do not to go hide in the stacks and read it.
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The plum tree is a ball of white blossom. Time to start planning wildflower walks, I guess, although since there has been so little rain I doubt there will be any. Maybe a walk in Point Reyes instead to see the whales. This is the time of year when they migrate down to Mexico.